The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter
Chapter 87: Real Bath Battle II

Chapter 87: Real Bath Battle II

Still struggling with the heavy assault from Tamayō, Alicia arrived, her eyes openly dangerous.

And then, a deadly close combat began.

Alicia... she fights like a beast born into battle.

No hesitation. No rhythm. Just pure, primal instinct honed into terrifying efficiency.

Every move was aimed to destroy. She wasn’t just a fighter—she was a living disaster. A destroyer.

But Tamayō surprised me.

I’d expected spellwork. Sorcery. Long-range tactics.

What I got instead was grace, precision, discipline, unconcealed in her attacks.

Her strikes flowed like water, yet landed like tempered steel. Each movement deliberate. Measured. Flawless.

This was a True Master.

There’s no way this woman was born just yesterday.

She fights like she’s lived for centuries... and spent every hour training.

And me?

I stood between them—center stage in this violent play.

But of course, I was no push-over.

I have existed for a very long time. I’ve warred with kings and nightmares. I’ve broken municipalities and beasts alike.

I refuse to fold to two prodigies, no matter how dazzling.

Alicia’s fists struck without restraint, aiming at every vital point with lethal precision. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Tamayō danced between guard gaps, using feints and flows that threatened to turn my own posture against me.

The mountain howled beneath our battle—groaning under the burden of our ferocity. Rock split. Wind wept. Energies spilled like overflowing rivers.

Then I found it—an opening.

I twirled mid-sway and drove my elbow deep into Tamayō’s stomach.

Her body flew, rising high into the black sky.

Alicia came next—fist nearly reaching for my face.

I leaned back sharply, dodging her strike by a breath, catching myself on one hand.

Then—launching upward—I delivered a twin-footed kick straight into her jaw.

Enough force to shatter a mature dragon’s skull.

Alicia only blinked. One eye closed briefly as she hopped back a few meters.

Tamayō above. Alicia at range.

We stood at a triangle now, staring across destruction.

The mountain we fought on was no longer whole.

Its height had crumbled, chunks missing like bites had been taken from its shape.

The ground was scarred with deep trenches, forming crude borders of raw violence.

"As expected of individuals who stand by the Lord’s side," Tamayō smiled, like a wicked fiend. "Your powers are far beyond excellent. However, I shall not hold back anymore. Don’t bother begging—my judgment is final!"

What an arrogant little fox.

But then—

My heart nearly leapt out of me as she began to chant:

"幽眸者,虚潛徒,混沌客等,予汝希祷.屈服於吾意,上古冥月,俾我討敵,變之荒廃.聆令,命爾.忿視敵徒,播厄種於寂,來助予焉."

Wh...What?!

That’s... that’s [Tsumigado] Magick—one of the primordial anthology of spells, drawn into reality before the stars were fully formed!

One of the original magicks born at the dawn of all things created!

Even now, its utterance warped the air.

Though, it seemed simplified a bit, but still!

How did she even get her hands on such a spell?!

No, more importantly—how does she know how to chant it?!

And she’s abbreviating it faultlessly, collapsing hours of ritual into seconds! With no recoil, whatsoever!

Curse you, Tamayō!

No—no, this is bad. This is exceedingly grave and dangerous.

If this continues—Coastelle will vanish without a trace.

"T... Tamayō!" I cried. "That’s too much! Do you hear me?! You’re going too far!!"

But she ignored me.

Her voice sharpened, fangs jagged from her mouth; eyes dreadfully wide with something unhinged. Like she was cursing all of existence.

And then—

The sky split.

Lightning cracked across the heavens as enormous spatial tears opened behind her, like eye lids.

Black, rough impairs in the realm, and through them—the abyss stared back.

Fourteen different colored moons. Perhaps representing her pupils, I don’t know!

Fourteen impossible, churning moons bleeding ruin, crawling into this realm.

Each one promised absolute obliteration.

I had to stop her. I had to—

"Heh."

A scoff. From Alicia.

"It would seem I underestimated you worms," she grinned calmly. "Considering how easily I defeated that slug yesterday—"

Slug? As in me? The Sea Sovereign of the coast?

"—but perhaps I should let loose properly."

She looked around with a wicked—no, EVIL—grin, stretching her shoulders lazily, like she wasn’t about to commit planetary misdeeds.

"This realm repairs itself, does it not? And from the looks of it, neither of you will die from anything minor."

Then her eyes narrowed. "So... here’s the best I can do. With my Magic..."

"No, no, no!!" I pleaded, frantic. "W-We weren’t truly trying to kill each other, remember?! Please, let’s end it here. Fine, I lose. It’s my defeat!"

"..."

I was utterly ignored.

Alicia raised one hand toward me... and the other toward Tamayō.

Her eyes slid shut.

And then—dark green, viscous essence began to form on her palms.

It shimmered, swirled—like radiant acid in a tube.

It pulsed with deprivation and ravenousness.

Oh no...

Not that technique, Alicia!

The area around us began to... die.

The air thinned.

The soil cracked and peeled like scorched skin.

Greenery withered instantly, and even the mountain beneath our feet began to sink—slowly, like sand dragged into a black hole.

The realm groaned. And I knew what was coming.

Alicia... was copying me.

Or rather—perverting my art.

She was attempting to birth her own deranged, corrupted, completely world-levelling version of [Envious Nebulae].

Except... it was no longer envy.

It was spite.

If I named mine Envious... hers would be [Wicked Nebulae]—a power that resented existence itself.

And she hadn’t even released it yet—

Just forming the technique was already warping reality. Hopelessness seeped from the cracks in the earth.

The wind had begun to grow anxious.

Sound felt afraid to travel properly.

And that stance...

The stance she took was dreadful—balanced, unshakable, like a guillotine poised mid-fall.

And the smile etched on her face—

A perfect mirror of indifference to total oblivion.

Alicia was on a Power High!!

Then—

Her right pupil split.

Clean.

A golden "X" now gleamed in her emerald eye.

My blood ran cold.

No... no... That mark—

It was identical to the one worn by the Lord of War and Chaos, the one who delivered the final blow in the war 4000 years ago.

...How did it all come to this?

Master Raven only gave a simple instruction. And I even went along with their mischief...

Actually, I started this whole thing in the first place.

But these beings—they’re uncontrollable!

And I... I am too ashamed to call for Master Raven’s help.

But if even one of these attacks landed, it would be over for Coastelle.

And if they collided...

The backlash might wipe out even all of Pison.

Not to mention the ire of the Heavenly ones.

I clenched my jaw.

No.

Coastelle is the crystallization of me and Master Raven’s love.

I won’t allow it to be unmade by the reckless chaos of two unclothed irrationalities.

I straightened.

I would stop it. I had to stop it.

Even if it meant meeting their cataclysms head-on.

I steeled myself, bracing for potential annihilation.

Their spells—either one—could kill a god who wasn’t paying attention.

But I’d pay attention. I haven’t bore Master Raven’s offspring yet!

I gazed at the shameless monsters unable to even hide their elation, like wild beasts off the leash. ’...I just hope I’ll still be in one piece afterward.’